Dead Elite

Chapter 2. A Sweet Psycho

Some years back then, when Emilie was still in high school.

At Roze’s private residential, Manhattan Upper East Side, New York City.

Emilie gets tired whenever she hears that lame story about the same special patient. It’s like her ears ringing with just the words of sweet things and bitter things. But those are not the terms that Doctor Miranda would use to describe her patient when she’s at home with her mom.

She’s more likely to call this one special patient as—A Sweet Psycho.

And she’s probably just trying to romanticize the story. So, she has something to talk about with Ms. Roze, every time she visits her parents’ house here in Manhattan.

“It’s lame. It’s boring. I want to go out for a lunch,” Emilie mutters while showing her grumpy face to her mom.

Doctor Miranda giggles at her for a second before she says, “Oh, dear, Emilie is just getting bigger and bigger every time I come here. And she grows up to be a pretty girl!”

Ms. Roze then giggles along with her and shouts, “Of course she is! And, oh! Do I forget to mention that she’s just about to have her senior year in school?”

“Oh, right, being a young elitist, and with your parents own lots of money, you just can do anything that you want, Emilie,” she says, her expression slightly looks awkward.

Sometimes it’s crystal clear that she can’t hide her feeling. This whole luxurious thing here, compares to her ordinary life is just an epic tragedy. Miranda is a psychiatric doctor. Although her salary is well enough to support her own family, but still, sometimes she wants to feel the taste of being one of the elitists.

But probably, that’s all just a bad assumption that Emilie keeps having about her. Emilie grows bored with her, every time she comes bringing a souvenir of antique bag tea and cookies, and then she starts spinning a yarn about that same old story.

But the last day Emilie hears her talking about it, she looks different. It’s as if she’s about to puke or something. She’s stressed out. Her face looks weary.

That day, for the first time, Emilie wants to hear it again.

“Sweet, but psycho,” her mom mutters bewilderingly. “I just can’t relate. What the hell happens?”

“I know that telling a patient’s dark secret is breaking the rule of disclosure, but I just can’t take it anymore. I feel like… I feel insane,” Miranda sighs as she caresses the back of her hair slowly.

“You should tell your husband. He needs to know. You can take a break for some days. I believe there’s must be a replacement to fill your private session,” Ms. Roze suggests an idea to her.

“It’s the first time I feel like… I’m scared to meet my own patient. This kid is just getting crazier every day.”

Emilie peeps behind the pillar for a while. And there, she listens again when Miranda repeats the legendary story.

“I was asking her that day, if she’s been hearing strange voices again in her head,” Miranda talks while her eyes looks like about to cry, but she doesn’t. “And did you know what she said to me?”

Ms. Roze nods. She has already heard this for too many times. She’s just trying to look understanding for her best friend who really needs a shoulder to cry on.

“That she… all of the people, God… she’s just…” she stumbles on her own words for a second. “She said, the voices told her to kill me.”

“Well, she said that, then she also said; if you hurt her, she will. But you didn’t,” Ms. Rose tries to calm her down.

“Yeah, and then she laughs out loud just like a lunatic,” Miranda says. “I already did everything that I could to save her. But she’s just getting worse. And so, I just sit there and tries so hard hiding my trembles hands in front of her.”

Ms. Roze pities her. She keeps telling her again to take a break from work. But Miranda just doesn’t know what to decide.

Then she says again, “She looks sweet when you look at her face. She’s a delicate human being. Her voice so calm. But… it’s the look in her eyes, always scares me every time.”

From behind the slender pillar, Emilie watches them in silence. And it’s for the very first time, she can feel the eerie sensation creeps through her neckline. The story is getting old, but the horror always presence whenever she hears it again and again.

***

Six years later, after that old story has already buried and long gone, Emilie doesn’t want to care about it at all. She thinks that her own success story is much more interesting to tell.

And now that she’s graduated with a business bachelor degree, she opens her own fashionable boutique in town. She has an extraordinarily good life as a young elitist. Now she can buy her own apartment with her own money. She has nothing to worry about in this easy life.

Besides that, she’s been joining the exclusive club that famously known as The Elite. It’s the social group established by the eight rich kids in Manhattan, including herself. And there, she meets her very first best friends, and probably the best in the world.

She already forgets all about that scary story of A Sweet Psycho. And since then, she never hears anything about Doctor Miranda. Her mom loses contact with her all of a sudden. Maybe life is getting busier for her now.

Emilie can smile to her future, like she owns the world. Never cross on her mind that she will meet any dangerous human being like that sweet psycho patient.

And now, she’s about to start her own journey in this glimmering shiny metropolitan city.

Manhattan is just the perfect place for her to get the life she ever wants. And she already has it all since she was still in her mother’s womb. That money. That expensive stuff. Yummy food every day. And just about everything.

It’s like a flip of switch, she can have anything she wants. And now she just becomes the rich girl in town.